[okay. a little guilt.]
the director of the ESL (english: second language) program at my university is called, wait for it, ms. word.
i know i know, it could be better, but when you're on a ten minute break from your foreign policy class at seven-fifteen at night, you take what you can get. like fig bars or crackers.
"i dream of swimming pools at night.
we don't swim in them, we float.." -c.o.b.